Ten years ago we were touched by ALZ. A word that was in the background of our minds was pushed forward over night. My 83-year-old mom had ALZ. All of a sudden the phone was ringing with doctors, landlords and worse of all my dad. A woman who ran her own gift shop for 32 years no longer could pay bills or deal with customers.
As a caregiver my dad sacrificed his life for her.
She was ultimately placed in an ALZ facility where she thrived, because she on longer had to make decisions.
I know a cure will be too late for my generation but my hope is to help find a cure for my children and their children.
I cannot let their memories and the memory of them fade. My family and I are taking a stand by being a part of finding a cure for ALZ.